Here is what they don't tell you about Icarus
That he laughed as he fell
That he spread his arms
And laughed
As the melting wax left scorching trail of gold
The smile on his face showed no fear
He was filled with joy
For there is an odd beauty in failing where you should succeed
That there is a beauty in setting the world ablaze
And watching from the center
Icarus cared not that he would die
For he had tasted the air
Felt the sun
He had reached as far as he could
The beauty of the fall
With burning golden wax
Leaving scorched trails on his back, his hands, his arms
Was the true beauty he had always striven to achieve
There is a beauty is falling just as there is in soaring
